multiverse-and-void

the ghosts in the machine murmur about betrayal from waking into slumber behind curtains the leopard changes their spots and the lion discards his mane ophelia drowns yet again she fell into the tub trying to clean out the stagnant water the shadows flicker the toothy things gnash their maws the peanut gallery dissents the person manning the station thinks to himself: he really needs a fucking ice coffee

when you grew into a moth, the caterpillars shunned you you were too different and the butterfly no longer had interest you were repulsive now and a pair of hands gently caught you and tenderly pulled your wings off

dear ophelia if i lend a hand will i pull you out, or will you pull me in? i don't need water to drown dear ophelia my head's a mess and the world is burning we tried to make sense of it and called our suffering art i can't find my place in this dear ophelia i showered the night off me but i'm still caught up in nightmares and my head fell off my shoulders oh, how we do drown i can't save me, i can't save you lost in caricatural archetype

worship me call me (un)holy put me on a pedestal; so that the unworthy cannot touch me with their filthy hands call me pure call me divine call me a lovely creature adore me whisper your endearments with reverence whisper my name in awe like a prayer i'm hungry, voracious i want to devour you i'm empty won't you fill me? don't you know, my heart is a chasm? teach me love give me yours

call me pretty tell me you love me tell me i'm worthy say i'm cherished tell me i'm good; i want to be good; i don't know how to be good; say i'm being so good for you dress a swine in finery tell me exquisite lies again and again and again until the world is flipped on its head until i know it to be the truth